Chapter 51 Citing (teaching) instructing (instructing) and
In the rest room, the second idiot actually burst into tears after everyone left the room.
"Why?"
"Why!?"
"Obviously you are only two years older than me, but you are so powerful, but I have accomplished nothing."
The Second Idiot is still too young. He is still an upright boy and cannot control his emotions.
McDonald was rather indifferent.
"Because I am the last man in the Stratholme family. But you grew up in the palace and have never seen the hardships of the outside world or tasted the dangers of the world."
"Sinister?" The second fool pursed his lips: "You are already a hereditary Duke, who dares to plot against you? Is it the Duke of Andorhal? I'll help you..."
McDonald waved his hand: "No need."
According to Gong Dou's script, the guy who offended the abbot, well, the crown prince still wants to get something good?
However, you really don’t have to worry about that thing, in every sense...
"Why?" The second fool was puzzled.
Looking at Arthas, who is now quite silly and sweet, McDonald sighed. If he didn't have a close relationship with Arthas, he could just wait for him to become the Lich King and then do justice for heaven.
Anyway, he had read a lot of World of Warcraft fan fiction, all of which beat Arthas. If the fate of this parallel world went the same way, then there was nothing wrong with him following suit.
The problem is that whether it is the former owner of this body or the current one, he has been hanging out with the idiot for a long time, and he really can't bear to see this guy fall.
Does the Dreadlord have no cards?
Isn't Kel'Thuzad's guilt flow for delivering food scary?
How could Alsace, who was personally instigated and deliberately induced throughout the whole process and with insufficient experience, be able to withstand it?
If you want to reverse this fool's fate, you must start by strengthening your spiritual resistance.
McDonald immediately made a dragon-king crooked expression: "Believe it or not, if I dared to tell your father that Duke Andorhal asked me about the White Cross Arena, your father would ostensibly reprimand An for me.
Duke Dohar, secretly, will definitely look down on me and classify me as a 'little brat' again."
"Ah! Why?"
I have to say that Alsace, who is full of curiosity, is really handsome at the moment, with big clear eyes and still has the element called "cute".
McDonald wanted to touch his head with the NBA's "Duncan Hand" and make him bald.
Such an awesome future Lich King would definitely be very handsome if he had his hair cut out like the Mediterranean Sea, right?
(Mysterious voice, McDonald, are you the devil?)
Macdonald smiled and replied: "If I really return the arena to him, it will only prove that I am not qualified to be alone. This not only shows that I am weak, but also slaps your father in the face in disguise."
"ah?"
"Doesn't this mean that the orc slaves released by the Andorhal family destroyed the palace and killed so many nobles without paying any price at all?"
Alsace's eyes widened and he fell into deep thought.
McDonald continued: "So from the beginning, the purpose of the pig in Andorhal was not to ask me for the Arena."
"What does he want?"
MacDonald's smile was so sincere, like a fox: "He wanted to use this as a bargaining chip to force me to board his pirate ship and join him in controlling the price of weapons and armor in the entire kingdom. Of course, he took the initiative!
"
After McDonald explained in detail, Alsace finally understood the insidiousness of the adult world.
In peacetime, a gladiatorial arena in the center of the royal capital of Lordaeron was absolutely profitable. The net profit could easily exceed ten thousand gold coins a year, which was almost more than the agricultural income of a duchy. Anyone would be tempted by it.
However, during the war, this thing makes money, and there is no way to make money as fast as selling arms.
As long as they control Andorhal and Stratholme, the largest mining areas in the country, they will earn all the arms money, and it will be the fat pig who takes the lion's share.
McDonald continued to induce: "I refused, and even went so far as to openly break up with him. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"The orc army is far more terrifying than everyone imagined. Even Lordaeron will inevitably be affected by the flames of war. Think about it, if the prices of armor and weapons rise sharply, then the stingy Lordaeron nobles will naturally reduce the distribution of weapons.
His Majesty Terenas hopes that each duchy will have 5,000 elite soldiers. In the end, there will be 5,000 peasants holding pitchforks. The nobles also have a grand reason - the Duke of Andorhal and I are raising the price of weapons.
.In the end, the person who takes the blame must be me - McDonald!"
The second fool's eyes widened. He really didn't expect it to be so far away.
Realizing the dangers of the struggle, a whole new door seemed to be opened in his mind.
He bowed deeply: "Brother, I have learned a lesson."
"Just because you call me 'big brother', let me teach you one more thing." McDonald looked up to the sky and sighed, his voice full of sorrow and heaviness: "If one day, when you go out alone in a carriage, what should you do best?
The trusty groom suddenly tells you that the horse is crazy and the carriage cannot stop. There are two forked roads ahead. On one road lies your sister Kalia, and on the other road lies 10 of your people. No matter which one you choose
Roads and carriages will both crush people to death, how do you choose?"
Alsace's mind suddenly went numb, as if invisible steam was rising on his forehead. From his wandering pupils, it could be seen that his heart was full of entanglements and contradictions.
"How...how can this be done?"
"The carriage is getting closer and closer to the fork in the road. You must make a decision!" McDonald came over, his eyes blazing, leaving Alsace with no room to retreat: "You! You must make a decision! Now! Immediately! Immediately!
"
As McDonald approached step by step, Alsace became more and more confused: "Isn't this...such a cruel choice? Is there really such a cruel thing in reality?"
"Of course! Don't you want to go to war? When the 100,000-strong army you lead fails in the battle against the orcs, either you will leave one of your troops behind and die, or the remaining 50,000 troops will be chased by the orcs and die together. How do you choose? There are many.
When the time comes, as the coach, you have to make a decision!"
"I...I...I choose my sister!" Alsace was about to cry.
"Very good. When you kill 10 people, the groom will ask you to choose between your sister and 100 people at the next intersection."
"Ah! This..." Alsace was confused.
"You chose sister, right? Then at the next intersection, there are a thousand people? Ten thousand people?"
McDonald continued to press forward, pressing his hands on the two fool's shoulders, and his tone became more urgent and harsh.
People who have killed others have a murderous spirit that is not angry and powerful.
How can a fool who has never seen blood withstand it?
"You are talking nonsense!"
"Yes, I'm talking nonsense! But as long as you make a cruel decision against your will, you will leave indelible scars in your heart, and you will be dragged to the depravity side by the terrible devil, sinking step by step, thinking that you are making rational decisions.
He made cruel choices again and again, and in the end even committed evil deeds such as killing his master, and became a complete devil." McDonald was already looking like a ghost at this time.
"No! No -" The second fool was defeated. He held his head in his hands, covered his ears, and squatted on the ground. Finally he couldn't help it and asked: "If it were you, how would you choose?"
"Me?" The terrifying aura on McDonald's body suddenly disappeared, and his black pupils were full of cunning: "I will kill the groom as soon as possible!"
"What!?"
"Haha! No matter who gives you advice, if only cruel choices are left, either this guy is not smart enough to be your adviser, or he is so bad that he will ooze pus and tempt you to take responsibility and accept mental torture.
If you don’t kill this guy, why keep him here?”
"ah!"
McDonald was happy as he spoke: "There are so many absolutes in this world! If you can't kill the coachman, you can at least try to kill the horse! If that doesn't work, you can also forcefully remove the saddle or leave the coach in place.
Overturned. In the end, if you still can't make a decision and are afraid of being tortured by your conscience, you can even choose to sacrifice yourself."
McDonald blinked: "I have at least a hundred ways to solve this problem."
